Writer. Demand Poet.
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one last glow-in-the-dark cling film
bat, still holding onto the
glass pane. Halloweens gone by neither
here nor there.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to participate, here’s the … Read the rest “Bat – #smallstone – Day 5”
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The choir moved like
Cattle from the pews to their
The risers, Easter morning.
Two arms raised and one intake of breath.
That morning however
A soprano stood alone at her
Bathroom mirror, pushing her
Fingers through still-warm
Grey … Read the rest “Easter Morning Undone”
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I heard their hooves on the street where my parents live.
I heard it inside a corner of my dream and before
I even knew I was awake and climbing off the
Futon mattress and squinting night eyes through … Read the rest “Where I Do Not Know”
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The boy kept grabbing, kept putting his
Hands all over me and saying — one way or
Another: “mine,” and I didn’t have the
Words at first, nor then the steel, then
The will to stop him. I let … Read the rest “Mine”
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They’ve got the chairs unfolded and
Planted at the end of the driveway, facing
The world parade, and the children are
Singing say say oh playmate come out
And play with me which Granny taught
Them on our last … Read the rest “The Children Are Singing”